Samuel’s POV

Excuse Me? Did I hear what I thought I heard?

“What did you just say?” I asked.

“Do you,” Tiff said, pausing and stroking down my chest. She leaned into my ear and whispered, “Want to make out with me?”

“Do you really think I’m going to say no to you?” I whispered back.

Tiff led me to one of the couches and pushed me to sit down. Then she straddled me, facing me, and started kissing me. Holy Fuck, she’s a good kisser. I wrapped my arms around her to pull her flush to me. The heat of her body, the scent of her perfume, and the...